My family is rocking on exhaustion right now. My 98 year old mean great aunt, fell last week at the assistive living home she lives at. The place she lived at was like Spanish Cove or the The Villages in Florida for the poor. It was really nice.
But when she fell, it meant that she needed more attention than she was getting at the assistive living home. So from when she fell Wednesday night, mom and dad went to work and found her a nursing home and move her in Saturday at dinner time.
Let me tell you, that's moving fast. They did the leg work and paper work on Thursday and Friday. On Saturday, we all went over to her new place and got it set up as best we could and then went to her old place and picked up the stuff that would go to the nursing home (which is not that much).
Dad and I took the stuff from the old place to the new one, while mom dallied around her old place with her. That way, Aunt Lorene didn't see us move things in and try to start demanding where things went or get upset that people are touching her stuff. Her nursing home room is very limited and we really only could put things in one or two areas. Another problem is that her sight is fading fast and her hearing is almost gone, we were stressed enough making the move we didn't need her trying to move things in weird places because she can't see the whole room.
Poor mom was stuck with her the majority of the time because we wanted to move her into a fully furnished room. She really left one place fit to live in and move to the new one fit to live in without seeing much of the move. I believe that made her more calm in the transition.
The crazy nasty woman was okay with the move because she didn't like the assistive living center. Ironically, I think she didn't like it because she doesn't know how to live well. It wasn't a deteriorating trailer, it was the nicest place she ever lived. It was brand new and she was the first person to live in her apartment. The common areas where very nice and there was a lot of activities she refused to participate in.
She told mom and dad after they said she was moving to a nursing home that it was okay because they (meaning mom and dad) moved her into the wrong place first. She thinks this move to a nursing home is her idea. When actually the assistive living home wanted her gone after she call 911 when she fell. What she should have done was press the "help I have fallen and can't get up" button that was supposed to be around her neck but wasn't because she wouldn't follow the rules.
All of a sudden at 11 pm an ambulance shows up at the home and they didn't know why, I am sure that did not make her popular with the administration. But that is who Lorene is, she call 911 in Atoka because she got mad at the nephew who she was staying with. She burns bridges every where she goes. She thinks she rules everyone and everything and if you won't be dominated or manipulated she is angry as all get out.
The sad thing is that she used to be my favorite aunt on my dad's side of the family and what it really was was Uncle Eude, her husband. He was funny and nice to us and a real talker. I don't think we knew her at all. All the kin folk in California warned dad about taking her, but we really had no choice. We were her only blood family in the state and we thought she was in crisis. She wasn't, she was just mad at her nephew and manipulating all of us.
When we learned how she operated it was too late. She was living with mom and dad waiting to be admitting to the assistive living home. I did learn one thing. Because of the level of cruelty and lies, she has dished out, will cause her to be ward of the state if anything were to happen and she out live dad (her power of attorney). I will not care for her. I will help my parents care for her because they are better people than me.
Her Oklahoma family ends with dad. I fear she will live to make the Willard Scott birthday shout out for being the oldest woman in the world.
Enough for now...
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